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Petar Markoski 🎻

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Quand José est au violon, Paris

Jean-Marie SUHUBIETTE

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Some art from a stream i’ve made! I’ll be more active after my exams! 

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Lucien Clerguee. Le Violoniste. Arles. 1955

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

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J'aime le violon et les violonistes. (Via Getty Images)

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"Мари-Анн Вебер, играющая на альте или скрипке" (Marie-Anne Weber au violon alto ou Violoniste), 1903 г.

Художник Тео ван Рейссельберге (Théo van Rysselberghe; 1862-1926).

Холст, масло. 100.2 x 73.3 см.

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Portrait D’une Violoniste by Anne Vallayer-Coster (French, 1744-1818)

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NUMB - 06

Summary: It was hard to live on as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t lose her hands and one of her best friends in that accident. It didn’t help that her hands were everything she had and everything she was. Without them, she wasn’t sure she had any reason to breathe anymore.

Pairing: Y/N (fem) x Yoongi

Genre: Heavy angst and fluff

Warnings: deal with depression, suicidal thoughts, screaming, and difficult relationships.

~ 1200 words

"Jimin is asking if you want to come today. He says we could go to your favorite place if you'd like to." Yoongi tried to keep his voice steady and not let his hopes up. It had really been a while since she came to one of their gatherings. However, last time she did, she had gotten angry at herself for not being able to eat her cake; her hands had not been steady enough to keep her spoon between her fingers. Yoongi had noticed the moment her eyes had gotten darker, hiding frustration and self-hatred. The waitress had commented on that detail and it had been enough for (Y/N) to send some cake to her face. They got kicked out of the café and (Y/N) fought with Seokjin in the middle. The whole thing had gone too quickly for Yoongi to intervene in time. He had wanted to take her away, ease her pain and hide her away from the world. It had been a long week after that afternoon—she had refused to meet his eyes, leaving the guys behind in the middle of a fight.

After a week of silence, he had finally heard her voice and he had wished for something other than what he heard.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing all of you”, Yoongi had almost gotten angry. How could she have believed that she had embarrassed them? They had had a long talk about that (more like, Yoongi held a long monologue and she had nodded occasionally) but it was most likely something that wasn’t forgotten.

Yoongi hoped that she wasn't thinking about the same mishaps, for it would be likely to be the reason for yet another refusal from her side. He wished she'd come. Everyone missed her, and he wanted to introduce Jungkook to her. He was a nice kid from his work. Lacking experience, sure, and a bit too naive, quite obviously, but he was otherwise a good kid. He had seemed to be struggling to make friends and had told him he was new to the city, so Yoongi had brought him to Tae and Jimin, closer in age than the rest of them. Hoseok had tagged along one day, immediately taking a liking to the younger man and sending a text later in the group that they all should meet one day. It had not escaped Yoongi that when Hoseok said “all”, he had meant: (Y/N) included. Seokjin and Namjoon also took Jungkook under their wings, often offering to go to a restaurant together, or planning something while making sure that the invitation was extended to Jungkook. They were starting to ‘adopt’ him in their friend group so it would mean a lot for Yoongi if (Y/N) could meet him. He could see another refusal on the tip of her tongue so he cut her before she could:

“I’d like for you to meet Jungkook. I know I've said it before, but since everyone is coming, I thought it’d be nice if you were tagging along with me. We can stay an hour, or even just half an hour, if you want. I’ll make sure we can leave as soon as you need.” She knew he would. (Y/N) would never question Yoongi’s ability to make the both of them disappear from any crowd. She was more worried about being outside in general. He could see her eyes silently telling him that it was a bad idea, but for once, he did not relent. He kept the offer on the table and let her decide by herself. He wouldn't just tell her to forget about it. Yoongi wanted to consider the offer.

She sighed. It had been a while since she saw everyone, and it would be nice to see them again. Would it be that bad to follow Yoongi on his outing? She wondered; what if it ended badly? Maybe she could try again, but at what costs? How many times would she embarrass herself and Yoongi before going home? She truly wanted to refuse and hide under the sheets, but Yoongi’s hopeful eyes got the best of her.

“Would you mind helping me get ready then?” Her voice was small and it let Yoongi understand that she was doing it more for him than because she wanted to. It was obvious that she truly didn’t want to go through the process of getting ready but she would be trying. She was even asking for his help, which was not to take lightly. If Yoongi had understood anything during those past months, it was that (Y/N) hated asking for his help. Realizing that she couldn’t do things by herself anymore had been a hard pill to swallow.

“Of course, love. You know that I never mind.” Sometimes she wondered if he was honest, though. Putting on clothes, brushing her teeth, washing, or even eating by herself was a hassle, and the list could go on. She barely felt anything in her hands, slowly losing strength and her sense of touch. She hated feeling so useless; unable to do anything by herself without needing someone to assist her. The most basic things became a battle that she, at first, had refused to lose. Yet with time, she had to accept that her body was failing her. Her acknowledgment would never mean that she did not feel resentful toward her body, but struggling against her own self wouldn’t lead her anywhere. She knew that, as stubborn as she was. While Yoongi was doing his best to be gentle and careful as he dressed her, it only reminded her of her own incompetence. She felt like a doll, feet moving by themselves as Yoongi beckoned her closer to brush her hair.

“Bun?” She nodded, unable to speak without tears spilling free. Yoongi was so kind and soft, every now and then stopping his actions to sweetly kiss her cheek, or smile at her warmly. He knew that it was the hardest for her; let him take care of her. He knew that those were the times when she felt at her lowest. He wanted to hold her hand through the process but he knew that it would only worsen her fears. What if she couldn’t feel him at all one day? What if that day had already come and she had not even noticed? She had once confessed that she dreaded for that to happen. Hence, Yoongi settled for other kinds of reassurance: squeezing her shoulder, brushing his fingers on her cheek, kissing her forehead. She had started to be really reluctant to skinship ever since her accident, yet Yoongi had tried not to let it phase him. It was his little way of telling her that he was here to stay.

“Do you want to wear make-up?” She seemed to ponder until she sighed, obviously resigned.

“Just moisturizer, please.” Yoongi nodded as he found the bottle he was looking for. He carefully applied the cream to his girlfriend’s face, pecking her lips once he was done.

“Shoes, coat, scarf, and we’re off?” She nodded again, already dreading what would happen once they would be out of their safe place.

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Je reprends ma série de vieilles photos. Vie quotidienne à Vichel (Auvergne) en 1925, avec un jouer de violon et un curé discutant avec un jeune cycliste.

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David Bay 💙

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Archet pour violon : Bois ou Composite - Le guide ultime.

Archet pour violon : Bois ou Composite – Le guide ultime.

Vous êtes un violoniste en herbe ou un professionnel confirmé? Le choix de votre archet est aussi crucial que celui de votre violon. C’est un élément qui va considérablement influencer la qualité du son produit et votre aisance à jouer. Mais alors, bois ou composite? C’est la question que de nombreux musiciens se posent. Dans cet article, nous allons détailler les avantages et inconvénients de…

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